America: Land of Opportunists

If you had reached the age of reason and weren't in a coma on the aforepictured September day, you remember where you were and what you were doing when you first heard that a jet had struck one of the World Trade Center towers. This might not be true if you don't live in or weren't a citizen of the United States, but for those of us who call this country home, we remember.

So now it appears on the tenth anniversary of this tragic event that we need reminders of that horrific day in the form of patriotic napkins, hair scrunchies and day-glo posters.

Do we really, people?

And do we need television programming for days leading up to the ten year marker so that we can relive every dreadful, painful moment of that day?

We need coins minted with the images of the towers about as much as we need bombs in our anal cavities.

It would be so lovely, tasteful and dignified, if we could each do our remembering privately. There isn't a chance in hell we're actually going to forget.